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the sun settles early
on a cold November night
measuring
the depth of a soul
in flashes of
dying light
bouncing across the ripples
of my pond

life is faint
in the passing of the day
for the pedal
in the water
seeking that last
glimpse of light
in its dying dance
upon the waves

yet still i see the
miracle of promise
written in the
soft folds of
the rose pedal
who is its last hour
shared a life
with me

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My Prayer


for the wholeness of thy people
may we come together
in Your power and Your glory
that we may ponder the beauty of God
in still waters and quiet spaces
may we hear the voice of God
whispered in the wind
may we find the stillness of God
in shimmer of the rainbow,
melding the moods of heaven and earth
in our seasons of beginnings and endings,
in our days darkness and light

Tribute


i am reminded
of the harried patterns
within timeless moments;
images…….
in the confluence
of time and eternity,
stark…….
in the endless interaction between
the living and the dead…….
alive in the moment…….
only moments apart.

I Am Prayer


I am prayer:
A soul
Cast into life…….
As both battlefield
And temple.

I am prayer:
Broken to pieces
Scattered…….
In a breathless
Beseeching.

I am prayer:
And I burn
To Love’s eternal fire;
There to glow
Like a satisfied desire…….

ROSESONG, a gentle haiku:


i am the music
and pulse of another life
a resonant chord

i am life…….in life
evoking life, in the rhythms
of my gentle sigh

a wistful nightsong
like the yearning of the rose
musing with the dew

in notes of promise
stirring life in the lyric
of a gentle rain

to be a bearer
in the promise that is life
is promise enough

to be life is life
rising ever into Him
song to living song

Riddle in Haiku


riddle-in-hyku

waters of the soul
a glass imagination
lie deep in questions

life lives in questions
in the tension of the search
the thrill of seeking

the journey is all
journey is destination
soul discovery

In All Love


lover-is-love

In all love
there is a love begetting,
a love begotten,
and a love proceeding…….
love in the fountain
and love in the stream
are both the same…….
equal in timeless glory
love…….flowing
from the lover
is the lover
coming alive within
his beloved…….
love in the bosom
is the parent of love…….
love in flow
is the event of love…….
and love within another
is the glory of love.

growing old


the-breath-of-autumn

 

the breath of autumn
nurtures weary lives…….
in that stillness of an early frost
we catch the sounds
…….unheaded…….
in the playful summer sun
a warbled trill, a rustling bush
and the crunch of frozen ground
speak of the many strings of life
within this symphony of being
so agreeably set,
that we perceive not
its many separate parts

I Hear A Noise


labyrinth2

I hear a noise……a shout…….a cry, hushed, into the whispering sobs of an overwhelming fear…….a fear that paralyzes a soul facing endless options and few choices…….so it whimpers along, stuck; in its own chosen image…….claiming an authority undermined by its own experience…….but then again, it is for the experience, you see…….just for the experience…….hear the voices from the crowd…….take a selfie, or it didn’t happen…….project an image…….just something to give it expression: another one of the fragments that we shore against our ruins, as we hide inside…….alone, inside…….in the dark.

Moments


at-the-center-of-our-being1

even here the earth shakes
the trees I know, the shadows I know, the rain I know
it has stopped now,
as the sun pushes through the pines,
the air resounds with
the sounds of creeks, birds, and wild water;
the quails whistle in the wet bushes,
a silly noise, to be delighted in only because
it is the voice of the moment,
then, a sudden aloneness,
within that wordless union;
I close my eyes and sink into this watered world
of which I am a part,
and the world lives on,
with me in it,
for I am not alien to it…….
what I do is live…….how I pray is breathe